Conceived Through Rape

I had a friend whose cousin was the victim of a date rape. Her cousin became pregnant and delivered a baby girl. My friend said the baby grew up to be a beautiful, happy and intelligent kid. Everyone, including the mother, loved that child. This brought to my mind some questions. How do you think this little girl feels each time someone says that it's OK to abort a baby, if the baby was conceived through rape? If you meet this child, would you tell her, straight to her face, that it would have been OK to terminate her life just because she was conceived through rape? I can only imagine the thoughts and questions going through her mind: "Why should I be terminated? What did I do wrong? Did I commit a crime worthy of death? Was this my fault?" Maybe we should remember these questions next time this issue comes up.

Real Generosity

I knew someone who was rich. He owned several expensive cars. He stayed only at the most expensive luxury hotels and buys jewelry for his wife worth thousands of dollars. I also found out that he did volunteer work to feed the homeless. I thought about how generous he was for doing this. So when I was selling $1 raffle tickets for a church fund-raiser, I thought he was the person to approach. Surely with all his wealth and his spirit of volunteerism and generosity, he'd be willing to make a small donation. But when I asked for his help, he snapped at me and yelled "I don't have any money!" I was shocked and puzzled. Someone who can afford expensive things can't even afford $1.00 for a church fund-raiser? And he gets mad when you ask him for very small donation? I guess real generosity can sometimes be seen in the small actions, and not necessarily in the big ones.

Believe You Can and You Will

I tried doing pull-ups as a little kid, but I could only do two of them. Someone I knew said I could do more with his help. He told me to close my eyes. Then he said he was going to hold the bottom of my feet and push me up. So I was able to do ten pull-ups with his "help." To my surprise, he revealed that he didn't push me up at all. He merely held the bottom of my feet to give me the impression that he was helping me out. So I was actually able to do the ten pull-ups using my own strength. The moral of this story: believe that you can accomplish something, and you will.